Let out a cloud of smoke and sunk down The empty void you left created the songs we sing and we sing them now We float through space and time, we float on So unsettled, as if we've settled every single soul Now you're gone Dreaming on the couch again Legs are stretching out against the walls Gnawing through your arms again Flesh and nervous laughter on the floor I let out a cloud of smoke and sunk down The empty void you left creates the songs we know and we know that now We slurp through topics meant for waning days A conversation for the unfocused Foreign land that you could call my brain Dreaming on the couch again Legs are stretching out against the walls Gnawing through your arms again Flesh and nervous laughter on the floor By the photograph of war While you slept soundly, behind the door And counted tricks as you clawed, "More, more!" Mother mentioned quirks, while I read along Desired your style, which many said was wrong We stood by your side, but now you're gone Well, now you're gone You're always gone